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Friendship After Love by Ella Wheeler Wilcox |
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
...Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
...In the intensity of its own fires,
There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin days
Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze.
...So after Love has led us, till he tires
...Of his own throes, and torments, and desires,
Comes large-eyed friendship: with a restful gaze,
He beckons us to follow, and across
...Cool verdant vales we wander free from care.
...Is it a touch of frost lies in the air?
Why are we haunted with a sense of loss?
We do not wish the pain back, or the heat;
And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete. .....Friendship After Love by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919)
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